Where We Once Walked

Where we once walked beneath the sky,
now, only our fading markers lie.
The bloodstained grounds where we once waged war
are used as battlefields no more.
Once we left, our families cried;
we left for war, where we would die.
For weeks and years we trained to kill;
spent millions from the worker’s till.
Over enemies in planes we fly;
our best friends dead, our patience tried.
It rains fire down below;
at night we watch the haunting glow.
Why do we fight
and spread such plight;
for in war, who really wins?
Lives are lost and people sin;
people die, politicians lie.
Where we once walked beneath the sky,
now, only our fading markers lie.